Dreamed that it was summer-- I was making my way to my sister's house (because I always stay there for a month in the summer to watch her three kids during the day while she works), but when I arrived at 5 am, there was a black dog in the roof. It was wearing a clown suit, and this caused all the neighbors to step out of their house and say, "Oh boy, the clown dog is on the roof again! Better get going!"-- they were muttering about how they were hoping the clown dog didn't appear this year, as it was some sort of terrible omen. So, of course my sister insisted that I couldn't stay with her children in the house that the clown dog sits upon. I left, and wandered into a half-empty grocery store with flickering lights; the surrounding area looked like 1950s San Diego, or something, and all of the store patrons were lined up against the wall--all of them men over six feet tall, and they were all
dressed like this, including an ex-paramour who was also there.